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doing?" she gasped. 
    "Why getting you ready for your nap. Little girls are not allowed to just flip about while in bed.  Your arms and legs must be secured to make sure you behave yourself." 
    Emily started to struggle but was no match for the strong nanny. Mrs. Pew quickly had her wrists secured in the top cuffs and was now reaching for her left leg, securing the longer bottom cuff around her thigh just above the knee. Then she deftly flipped the now-hobbled Emily to her left side and reached for her right leg, which she secured with the second longer cuff around her bent right leg just above the knee. Emily was now forced into the fetal position.
      Mrs. Pew liked placing her charges in this position for naps and bedtimes. It reinforced their childlike status while allowing unobstructed access to their bums and cunnies for discipline or pleasure.         
    "Now, let us get some medicine to help my little girl calm down and sleep." 
    The stress of the last few days and all these new experiences were already taking their toll on Emily's tortured body. Despite the uncomfortable position, her eyes had started to close but abruptly opened when she felt Mrs. Pew parting her bottom cheeks. 
    "Settle down. I have a nice suppository with lots of medicine for you take."
    Emily began to whimper, having lost her voice from an afternoon of screaming. She felt Mrs. Pew's long, tapered finger push into her puckered hole, the sensation more foreign and uncomfortable than painful. After an exploratory inch, Mrs. Pew pulled out her finger and replaced it with the tip of the suppository. The tip was wider than her finger but the suppository had a silky texture and slipped easily into her resisting bottom. 
    "There we go," said Mrs. Pew as she gave the suppository a final push to make sure it was secured up her charge's bum.
    "Go to sleep, little one," the nanny said. To Emily's utter mortification, she did just that.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Nanny’s Instruction
     
    After taking a moment to straighten her attire, Mrs. Pew headed towards Lord Burkewood’s study. Mrs. Weatherby had sent up a parlor maid to watch over Emmie.
    The nanny took in the masculine atmosphere of the study as she entered. Rich, chocolate brown leather furniture sat surrounded by massive bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes.  An impressive carved marble fireplace dominated the left wall. Straight ahead, Lord Burkewood lounged behind a mahogany desk piled high with important-looking documents, ledgers and letters.  Mrs. Pew was well aware of His Lordship's imposing responsibilities as a powerful peer of the ton. The room was suffused with the subtle odors of pipe smoke and bay rum.
    "Mrs. Pew, do come in," he said. "Sherry?"
    "No, thank you my Lord."
    "So how is my little girl? Is she adjusting well to her new home?" He asked the question casually as he took a seat in front of the fire, gesturing for her to do the same.
    "There was some initial difficulty, but nothing I could not handle," she answered. Mrs. Pew’s usually authoritative voice muted in his overpowering presence. His Lordship was an extremely handsome man who exuded privilege and power. She watched as his long fingers stretched around his cognac glass, swirling the amber liquid inside. She could not help but imagine what those strong hands must feel like chastising a naughty bottom.
    "Tell me." His short command broke Mrs. Pew out of her musings. 
    "Per your instructions, we did not explain the full extent of her new position in your household, leaving that honor to you. She showed obvious pleasure with the nursery furnishings although I don't think she has fully comprehended that the room is hers. Upon leading her into the bathing room we had to forcibly undress her which led to her first bare bottomed spanking across my knee." 
    "What was her reaction?" Lord Burkewood stared into the fire as he asked the question, as if lost in thought.
    "She pleaded and begged for me to stop,”